The door to the library swings open slowly and quietly.
A figure stands there, framed in the light from the hallway; a tall, solid figure. His face is hidden in shadow, making his expression unreadable, but the clenching of his fists suggests he is less than happy as he takes in the scene before him.
His library. His sanctuary. The one place where his need for order is always maintained to perfection. Everything in its place. Everything neat.
Tonight however, things are not as they are supposed to be. Books lie strewn on the floor and randomly opened on the tables. One of the lamps is on the floor, casting a circle of light on the carpet between the two young ladies sprawled there, illuminating the book they are apparently reading together.
Two young ladies, both aged in their early to mid 20s, both in pyjamas, bare footed with long hair hanging loose over their shoulders; huddled over a large book, both giggling mischievously. The one on the left is wearing purple, her hair brown with the faded remnants of a purple die. The other is dressed in green, her hair as dark as the midnight sky visible through the undraped windows.
They have their backs to the door so they don't hear him as he steps into the room on the soft carpet. Only when he pushes the door closed - more firmly than was necessary - with a dull thump do their heads turn.
"Daddy...?" the purple clad girl on the left stutters. "You... Em... You're home early."
The two girls look at each other nervously; both bite their bottom lips and glance around the room. They both giggle.
"Yes," the man quietly replies as he walks slowly into the room. "I got finished earlier than planned."
He stops half way between the door and the young ladies on the floor. His face is now visible in the lamp light. As always, he looks calm, does not betray any emotions. His initial shock and brief anger has been suppressed; his self-control is back in place for what is inevitably approaching.
What he must do now is not anger. It is simply discipline.
His eyes sweep round the library again. His sanctuary. His place of calm and harmony.
"Daddy?" the girl in purple says again. She is unsure, nervous.
The two of them look at each other again. This time there are no giggles. The one in purple knows he isn't happy. The other sense from her friend that trouble is approaching.
"Daddy, I'm sorry... We were just-"
Whatever excuse she was going to offer is cut off by his raised hand. A simple gesture, but to her it speaks loudly and tells her he isn't interested. He doesn't care to hear her excuse.
She bites her lip and lowers her eyes. Her friend in the green pyjamas looks to her then up to the man. He looks back down at her, smiling. He holds her gaze until she nervously lowers her eyes.
"So," he says as he continues to walk slowly forward. "Seems like you girls have been having fun."
"Yes daddy," she mutters quietly.
"Fun is ok. Fun is good." He stops, standing over them.
The girl in green looks up. "We were going to tidy it!" she states defiantly, obviously having been warned by her friend that he wouldn't approve of the library being in this state of disorder.
He looks in her eyes. Smiles again. The smile is warm, friendly, calm. But his eyes reveal the true spark of anger still burning behind his composed exterior.
"Kendra, stand up."
The girl in purple rises slowly to her feet. She looks at him and smiles.
"Daddy, I'm glad you're ho-"
Again, he cuts her off with a raised hand. His hand then reaches out to her, under her chin, and lifts her face so he can look down into her eyes.
"Fun I don't mind. You can have all the fun you want. But you have your own room to have fun in. You do not come in here and make a mess of my library."
He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't shout. He doesn't have to. The tone he uses tells her all she needs to know about his displeasure.
"But daddy, you're home early! We were going to have it tidy before you got here."
He looks round the room at the books scattered everywhere. Looks back at her, raises and eyebrow.
"You were going to put everything back correctly were you? You remember where everything is supposed to be?"
She bites her lip as she glances round the room. "Em..."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
He looks down at the other girl, still on the floor, looking up, her eyes flicking between the two of them, an unsure expression on her face.
"Iris," he says quietly. "You get up too."
The girl in the green pyjamas comes to her feet, stands beside her friend. They are both small, and he towers over them. Iris is a few inches taller than Kendra. They both have pale skin and bright eyes. Both beautiful young ladies.
"What about you Iris, do you know where everything goes? Could you return this room to the way it was before you came in?"
The dark haired girl looks around. Smiles cheekily.
"Maybe. Does it really matter exactly where they all go?"
He growls. A low rumble in the depths of his throat.
"Both of you. Go stand in the corner." He points to a corner that is empty of furniture.
"Daddy, can't we go to bed?" Kendra asks sheepishly.
"NO!" This time he does shout. The girls flinch. He doesn't normally shout. They are both taken by surprise.
"Stand in the corner," he hisses. "Face the wall and do not turn round until I am ready to deal with you. Do not say a single fucking word. Do not make a sound."
When the girls do not move immediately, he lunges forward, one hand swinging up and grabbing Kendra by the back of her neck. He shoves her towards the corner, causing her to whimper. She stumbles, almost trips over her own feet, but keeps her balance and continues towards the corner.
He looks at Iris.
She looks back, defiant. Standing her ground. Her eyes challenge him. maybe she believes he won't manhandle her the way he did Kendra. Maybe she is asking him to do so. Regardless, the outcome is the same.
He growls again, louder. He grins as his hand leaps out again, grabbing her by the back of her neck in the same way. He hurls her after Kendra, and they both stumble into the corner.
They look back at him once, see the angry glare in his eyes, then both turn towards the wall.
They stand there. Waiting.
He sets about tidying and reorganising the room: replacing the lamp on the desk, straightening the chairs, returning the scattered books to their rightful places. He is always meticulous about this room. But he deliberately takes his time tonight. He makes them wait, gives them time to think and wonder. Rather than simply tidying, he takes time to browse some of the books, stands there in his library reading random passages and chapters.
Occasionally he looks up at the young ladies in the corner, making sure they are standing still, facing the wall, not talking. He smiles when he looks at them. He licks his lips as his gaze moves over their forms from behind. He smiles as he anticipates the punishment he will soon be enacting on them.
Eventually the library is restored to order.
He stands in the middle of the room for another minute, letting his gaze wander round the room, giving one last check that everything is in order.
Then he looks over at the two girls in pyjamas in the corner.
On the left, Kendra: his girl. The young lady he owns, possesses, and who calls him her Daddy. She is his world, she is more precious to him than anything. He protects her and cares for her, and would do anything for her. But she also needs discipline to keep her in line, to keep her from descending into the chaos her life would be without him. And as much as he cares for her, he never shirks from administering that discipline.
His eyes wander over her. She is short, only a couple of inches over five foot, and beautifully formed. Curves in all the right places. The most wonderful ass he has ever seen.
He licks his lips and growls lustily as he looks her over.
To Kendra's right stands Iris. Iris is slightly taller, and no less beautiful. Equally shapely, with just as fine an ass. She is not his however. She is Kenrda's best friend; so close are they that the call each other sisters. As beautiful and desirable as Iris is, and as frequent as her presence in his life is, he has never touched her, and never administered discipline to her beyond a guiding word. Tonight though, that is going to change. Tonight, they have gone too far.
He Slowly walks up behind them. He sees both girl tense as he approaches. They keep their eyes on the wall in front of them.
He comes up behind Kendra, stops close to her.
"You've been a very naughty girl," he says, barely loud enough to be heard. "Lean forward and put your hands on the wall."
She complies quietly, and assumes the position she surely knows serves one purpose only. She raises her hands to the wall, leaning forward slightly, causing her ass to protrude.
Carefully, slowly, he slides his fingers into the waist of her pyjama bottoms, and pushes them down, pulling the material over the swell of her ass. When the beautiful pale flesh is revealed he smiles, and chuckles softly. He pushes the pyjamas down, letting them fall to her ankles.
Kendra gasps quietly, knowing what is coming.
He gently strokes the tips of his fingers over her exposed flesh, drawing a whimper from her.
He looks over at Iris, smiling. She is looking at them, looking at Kendra's position against the wall, the pyjama bottoms at her ankles, at him standing behind her poised to administer a well deserved spanking.
He looks in Iris's eyes.
"Don't think you're getting off girl. You've been just as naughty. If anything, she is naughtier when you're here to encourage her."
He steps away from Kendra, moves behind Iris.
